Bonjour, Berries!

Listening: Comment te dire adieu?, Franciose Hardy

This morning was lovely and bright, and I woke up missing Paris ever so much!  Since this bird won’t be flying anywhere in the near future, I suppose this will have to do: an oversized fresh berry parfait and some of the most delicious Lord Windsor coffee, sipped out of my favorite mugs, and shared with good friends.

The Elements

  • 5 cups granola
  • 1 cup dried cherries, coarsely chopped
  • 2 tablespoons finely chopped candied ginger
  • 6 cups low-fat Greek yogurt (three 17.6-ounce containers)
  • 1 1/2 cups raspberries
  • Honey


Mix together granola, cherries, and candied ginger. Place yogurt in a large resealable bag, and snip off end. Pipe a 1-inch-thick layer of yogurt into the bottom of a 4-quart trifle dish (7 1/2 inches in diameter, 5 inches deep). Scatter 1 1/2 cups raspberries over yogurt, and drizzle with honey. Sprinkle with 3 cups granola mixture. Repeat layering once, and top with a layer of yogurt. Mound 1 cup raspberries in center. Garnish with thinly sliced candied ginger (optional), and drizzle with honey. Serve immediately.

Serves 8-10.

Adapted from Martha Stewart Living

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The Great Gatsby

I am so excited for this!

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

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A New Year’s Letter From Jeannette

Listening: Lived in Bars, Cat Power

I found a lavender envelope in my mailbox this afternoon.

I carried it into the house, smiling.
I sat down, opened it up and peaked inside.
“Wait,” I thought.
I set the package down, got up, and crossed the room to my record player.
Cat Power, The Greatest–I chose my music carefully, and pressed ‘play’.
Music humming, I sat back down, picked the envelope up, and pulled out my treasure: little bits of love, kindness, and grace.
And then the tears came–but the best kind of tears!
To be reminded that we are not alone,
that there is space enough for imagination and dreaming,
that there is beauty, still, in gifts made by hand…
To be reminded of the lightness friendship brings,
it was a wonderful way to spend the afternoon.
Thank you, sweet friend.
I love you.
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Apollo’s Angels

Reading: Apollo’s Angels, Jennifer Homans
“Ballet has always and above all contained the idea of human transformation, 
the conviction that human beings could remake themselves in another, 
more perfect or divine image.” (p. 548)

Here is a little piece of lightness, from one of my greatest loves, Sylvie Guillem:
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Et Je Retourne

Listening: Daphne, Lia Ices

Hello.  I am back from February.
This has been a quiet, solitary month for me.
I decided to give myself a few weeks of private hibernation–no parties or dinners or shows.
I turned my phone off and drank tea at home.
I went to yoga, ballet class, work, and the market.
I completed projects I had been putting off, and started new creations which are now in full bloom.
I’m ready to open my door again and step outside and share.

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Letters to Emma Bowlcut

Listening: Diamond Dancer, Bill Callahan

“She was dancin’ so hard,
she danced herself into a diamond.
Dancin’ all by herself,
dancin’ all by herself,

and not mindin’.”
Thank you, Megan, for letting me know he’s written a book.  It is ordered and in the mail.

Bill Callahan is one of my great loves.  He falls under that small category of musicians who are writers.  Leonard, Joni, Patti, Joanna, too.  But Bill, my goodness, you write the scripture of my heart.  I cannot wait to open Letters to Emma Bowlcut.

For now, I’m just listening
“And the one thing on her mind was,
the one thing on her mind was,
‘It’s time I gave the world my life,
starting tonight’.”

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The Sun Pours Down Like Honey

Listening: Suzanne, Leonard Cohen

“Now Suzanne takes your hand,
and she leads you to the river.
She is wearing rags and feathers
from Salvation Army counters.
And the sun pours down like honey
on our lady of the harbor,
and she shows you where to look
among the garbage and the flowers.
There are heroes in the seaweed,
there are children in the morning,
they are leaning out for love
and they will lean that way forever,
while Suzanne holds the mirror.”

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